Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 19:02:54 GMT -8
Desan sat at his desk… well, “his” desk was somewhat relative the way Starfleet had bounced him around recently… sat at the desk that he was operating for an indeterminate period of time, until such point when an Admiral’s whims, the weather, or the phase of the moon deemed that he go elsewhere. He was reviewing debriefing holorecordings. That’s what they were referred to officially— as Starfleet was loathe to say they interrogated their own officers— but within the division they were simply “interrogatories.”
The officer in the video had been found in an escape pod outside DS9, and had promptly been placed in Starfleet Intelligence’s hands. Unlike many of the other personnel who had disappeared recently, this one had been dropped off less than 48 hours after her capture.
The interrogator sat across from the woman, his hands steepled in front of him. “Tell me what you noticed of their group.”
“Everyone that I saw was Klingon,” she said, her brow furrowing in thought. “The leader seemed to be M’Khol.”
“Have you ever met M’Khol?”
“No, but his face has been in every Starfleet briefing since his defection,” she said.
“But as you have no experience with him personally, it is possible that you are mistaken?”
“Yes, assuming that he not only looked exactly like the holoimages, in addition to having everyone around him call him M’Khol. I suppose there’s a possibility the Changelings are back…” she said.
The interrogator nodded, “So it’s a safe enough assumption that you were held hostage by the traitor.”
“I would say that is so, sir.”
“The other Klingons… did you catch any names?” The interrogator picked up a padd and looked it over. Desan knew it contained the intelligence regarding those who were known to be associated with M’Khol.
“Dor’taHg,” she said quickly. “He seemed to be the second-in-command. K’BagHri. She was with me in their brig.”
“Did she interrogate you at any point?”
“No, sir. They acted as though I was captured by accident,” she said. “K’BagHri kept chastising one they called D’SaGh for acquiring someone who was ‘ultimately useless to their cause.’ He was beaten for his error. They said I had no way of knowing what they needed.”
The interrogator nodded again, as he typed down a few notes. “Any other names?”
“No, sir. As you’ve mentioned, I was not with them very long,” she said.
“Did they say anything about where they were going, or about any of their plans?”
She paused to think for a moment, “Yes. They thought I was unconscious. Two men whose names were never mentioned were complaining about how they didn’t want to go back to the homeworld.”
“Qo’noS?”
She shrugged, “They didn’t specify. As they were all Klingons, that is the assumption I made.”
“We in Starfleet Intelligence don’t like ‘assumptions’ for obvious reasons,” the interrogator said. “However, given that we have to start somewhere, Qo’noS is a sensible destination.” He looked down at his notes once more. “Were there any other prisoners kept with you?”
“No, sir.”
“Did they mention the names ‘Dorian Alexander’ or ‘Mor—”
The computer paused the video, “Lieutenant Kayden Rychel has arrived aboard Starbase Gamma Etimon.”
“Huh?” Desan said, confused. “Computer, is the USS Talon docked at the station?”
“Negative.”
“Location of Lieutenant Kayden Rychel?”
“Kayden Rychel is located in the auxiliary Sickbay, deck 1049.”
He was out of his seat and through the door before the computer had completed it’s message. He debated either transporting directly there, or using his override to make the Travel Core move faster, but he couldn’t justify it without knowing the situation.
It’s got to be a mistake. I made sure she was on the Talon when it left. The thought did nothing to calm the nerves of an overprotective eldest brother.
End: Desan
The officer in the video had been found in an escape pod outside DS9, and had promptly been placed in Starfleet Intelligence’s hands. Unlike many of the other personnel who had disappeared recently, this one had been dropped off less than 48 hours after her capture.
The interrogator sat across from the woman, his hands steepled in front of him. “Tell me what you noticed of their group.”
“Everyone that I saw was Klingon,” she said, her brow furrowing in thought. “The leader seemed to be M’Khol.”
“Have you ever met M’Khol?”
“No, but his face has been in every Starfleet briefing since his defection,” she said.
“But as you have no experience with him personally, it is possible that you are mistaken?”
“Yes, assuming that he not only looked exactly like the holoimages, in addition to having everyone around him call him M’Khol. I suppose there’s a possibility the Changelings are back…” she said.
The interrogator nodded, “So it’s a safe enough assumption that you were held hostage by the traitor.”
“I would say that is so, sir.”
“The other Klingons… did you catch any names?” The interrogator picked up a padd and looked it over. Desan knew it contained the intelligence regarding those who were known to be associated with M’Khol.
“Dor’taHg,” she said quickly. “He seemed to be the second-in-command. K’BagHri. She was with me in their brig.”
“Did she interrogate you at any point?”
“No, sir. They acted as though I was captured by accident,” she said. “K’BagHri kept chastising one they called D’SaGh for acquiring someone who was ‘ultimately useless to their cause.’ He was beaten for his error. They said I had no way of knowing what they needed.”
The interrogator nodded again, as he typed down a few notes. “Any other names?”
“No, sir. As you’ve mentioned, I was not with them very long,” she said.
“Did they say anything about where they were going, or about any of their plans?”
She paused to think for a moment, “Yes. They thought I was unconscious. Two men whose names were never mentioned were complaining about how they didn’t want to go back to the homeworld.”
“Qo’noS?”
She shrugged, “They didn’t specify. As they were all Klingons, that is the assumption I made.”
“We in Starfleet Intelligence don’t like ‘assumptions’ for obvious reasons,” the interrogator said. “However, given that we have to start somewhere, Qo’noS is a sensible destination.” He looked down at his notes once more. “Were there any other prisoners kept with you?”
“No, sir.”
“Did they mention the names ‘Dorian Alexander’ or ‘Mor—”
The computer paused the video, “Lieutenant Kayden Rychel has arrived aboard Starbase Gamma Etimon.”
“Huh?” Desan said, confused. “Computer, is the USS Talon docked at the station?”
“Negative.”
“Location of Lieutenant Kayden Rychel?”
“Kayden Rychel is located in the auxiliary Sickbay, deck 1049.”
He was out of his seat and through the door before the computer had completed it’s message. He debated either transporting directly there, or using his override to make the Travel Core move faster, but he couldn’t justify it without knowing the situation.
It’s got to be a mistake. I made sure she was on the Talon when it left. The thought did nothing to calm the nerves of an overprotective eldest brother.
End: Desan